My love for her, a passion born of ages,
The force of every fealty to a cause;
Within my heart such ardor roils and rages,
The might of which sweet Venus would give pause.
No mortal heart could ever love her more;
Each fiber of my being wracks in pain
At thought another she may more adore—
True heart there cast into eternal flame;
Yet from those depths what heaven to beseech
Where two edged love’s a blessing and a curse?
The grasp of love too oft does fail the reach
And unrequited bears woe to the hearse;
Still with my blood I pledge this burning troth…
‘Til every glim of hope to hell be tossed.
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